We all like a murder ballad, right?
A Master of the Sidings Jack Rage is a master of the SidingsA wreck in the thick of things
A railway man Jack Rage is aware of the tidings
But love is afflicting
This railway man Tonight, Tonight the meat tastes bad
Tonight, tonight in this vulgar town The Railway man haunting the streets.
Beam of grey light and Jack Rage Attacks.
The Railway man lives for his engines,
A sparkle of light, grey tattered squares,
Tonight, Tonight,
And the railway man conquers his heart Jack Rage is a master of the sidings
He skips through the carriage
One by one Jack Rage isn't master of his own heart
A new blood flows through this Railway man Tonight, Tonight in this vulgar town
Tonight, Tonight you shouldn't look down The Railway man is haunting the back streets,
Object of affection and Jack Rage attacks,
The Railway man lives for his engines,
The weak points are obvious, clutch at her throat
Tonight, Tonight,
And the railway man conquers his heart